It's been 9 months and a week since my last cigarette. I'm 22 years old today. My cool ass nephew is staying with me until this Sunday. I went to the beach with my sister and her kids, who drove down from Indiana, for the 4th. Had the time of my life. Wish I could be with them all the time. Decided to keep my truck and suffer with the payments. Moved into a 2 1/2 story house with Ryan, Ben and Adam. So far so good. Still no gf... but that's ok, 'cause at least I can spend my money on me instead of her. I think I re-injured my arm that I broke like 6 times and had to have surgery on. It hurts. Bad. I'm too scared to get it checked out. I got a new tattoo. I got my old tattoo outlined with Carolina Panther blue. They both look awesome, but the outline has one little line that I'm not very fond of. I'm going to get the surrounding area of my Panther colored with blue to cover up the stupid line that I don't like. Goodbye. |